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You looked out the window of the back seat. You sighed loudly, letting the adults in the front seat know you were bored. They just glanced at you and kept driving.
Outside the window, you saw trees with brilliant green leaves and grey trunks. The sky was a beautiful blue. Just like your eyes. You felt a pang of pity for the poor soul somewhere out there in the world, who always saw a grey sky.
You wondered where you were going. You could be going to some evil mutant prison or another mutant fight or the middle of nowhere to rot away your days doing nothing. Who knows?
You’d already tried asking where you were going, but that was to no avail. They just glanced at you and kept driving. You were starting to wonder if they were robots or couldn’t talk or something like that. I mean, who spends a five hour plane flight (on a private jet, like, who has a private jet?) followed by two hours in a car not talking to the girl they dragged out of a mutant fight and forced to travel with them. Also, what kind of people have power dampening cuffs?
All of these questions raced through your head. You soon realized that the car had turned into a a driveway. There was a large, black gate with yellow flowers on the sides. But, what really caught your attention was the sign. It read, “Xavier’s School For Gifted Youngsters.” You laughed quietly. Gifted. Yeah right, gifted at killing people and decimating buildings.
As the gate opened, you looked hungrily out the window, curious about the place. The van stopped and the two men stepped out. Then your door opened and you stepped out carefully.
The van door clicked shut behind you. You whipped around to find the men back in the van and driving away. What? Why were they leaving? What about these cuffs? Wait!
You felt like an idiot, just standing in the middle of the driveway in the large landscape with beautifully trimmed hedges and huge oaks that shaded spots of the perfectly green grass. There was a house, no, not a house, a mansion. It was ginormous. It was made of large marbled stone that formed towers and halls and... looked a lot like a castle. That was a new one for you. Castles weren’t big things back in San Francisco. Just big buildings and illegal mutant fights.
You walked slowly to the front door. For a minute, you just stared at it. It had a large x surrounded by a circle on it. You raised your bound hands and knocked. Once. Twice. You looked left and right before, with some difficulty, pushing the door open.
“Hello?” You whisper-yelled. The entrance hall was huge. Course it was, this was a mansion. There was a large chandelier, many black columns, and a gorgeous stair case that went both left and right. It must have been wooden because it appeared as grey.
Okay, you thought, you got this, just walk around until you find someone.
You began doing just that. One step at a time you explored the place. There were so many different hallways and turns that you couldn’t decide where to go. Eventually however, you found yourself in a silver paneled hallway with bright white lights lining the ceiling and corners. At the end was a silver door with another huge X on it.
“Great, a mysterious metal door.” You whispered to yourself.
You walked slowly towards it, your combat boots thumping against the sleek floor.
“I’m sorry, but you aren’t one of my students.” A British accent said from behind you.
You whipped around. A handsome man sat in a wheelchair at the end of the hall. He was bald but his eyes glittered with curiousity.
“Your students?” You asked, “No, I’m not. Um...” You raised your hands to show the man your cuffed arms.
“Intriguing,” He stated, and rolled over closer to you. “Those seem different from normal handcuffs.” His voice was sarcastic, or maybe it was the accent. You decided to return the favor.
“No shit, Sherlock. These were the only things keeping me from sending them flying forty feet into a building.”
“Them?” He asked. It sounded, though, as if he already knew your story.
“Yeah, those men in suits that-“ You gestured at the cuffs angrily, “put these thingys on my wrists, flew me from San Francisco to here and didn’t bother telling me who they were or why. Then they left not bothering to tell me where I am or to uncuff my hands so yeah.” You huffed out.
“I assume you are a mutant.” He said, that knowing glint still in his eye. It filled his voice as well. It was annoying, like he was asking these questions just for the sake of asking them.
“Yeah, and this mutant wants their powers back.”
The man smiled, “That’s the spirit, (y/n). Come with me.” He spun around and starting wheeling away.
“Wait!” You shouted, running awkwardly after him. “I didn’t tell you my name!”
“Well you’re a perceptive one.” He commented.
“I assume you’re a mutant?” You asked him. He nodded. “Mind reading, then?”
He smiled at you, seeming quite satisfied. “You’re quicker than most.”
You couldn’t help but feel proud. For some reason, you craved this man’s approval. “I can do a few mind tricks too,” you added.
“Hmm?” He hummed, looking at you with interest.
“Nothing special,” You said, “just small stuff. It’s like an unfitting side power. I assume I got it from one of my parents, but I never knew them.”
The two of you turned a corner and you found yourself in an office. The place was very grey looking, so you assumed that it was actually brown, but who knows? People sat chairs surrounding a desk.
“I’ve found our curious intruder.” The man announced. They all looked at you curiously.
There was one man that you recognized out of everyone. Magneto. You remembered his attack on the President a while back. He also tried to rip apart the world at some point. There was a young woman with grey (probably brown) skin and white hair. Another with light skin and blonde hair that looked like you’d also seen her on TV. There was a young man with blue skin, black hair, and a tail. Another with grey hair and funky red glasses. There was a man with grey hair and glasses. You assumed both of the last two actually had brown hair but you couldn’t be sure. There were two more people left in the room. One was a young woman with red hair and then a guy around your age with silver hair that wore silver pants and a jacket. You couldn’t see his face, though.
You waved awkwardly at the group with both hands close together.
When no one spoke for a moment, you interrupted. “Will someone please get me out of these?”
Many of them chuckled. The man in the wheelchair spoke. “We’d need the key to do that.”
You sighed and slumped your shoulders. “Are you kidding me?”
After another moment, you realized that the only person here whose name you knew was Erik Lensherr. “Okay, well will anyone tell me their names. I’m (y/n) for starters. Oh and I already know you.” You began, pointing vaguely towards Erik.
A sad smile creeped up on his face.
The people introduced themselves as Charles Xavier, Ororo (Storm), Raven (Mystique), Kurt (Nightcrawler), Scott (Cyclops), Hank (Beast), Jean, and Peter (Quicksilver). The latter of which still hadn’t looked at you, instead he was looking in silent awe out the window. You wondered what he saw.